Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.